Discovering Me

Me on having babies, losing babies, trying to have babies and hoping to bring this one home.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Read the fine print

I've never been good with details. I cannot tell you how many times a detail that I didn't have the time or patience to pay attention to has bitten me in the ass. Suffice it to say, many, many times. It drives my husband crazy. It drives him crazy because he is a Virgo and he can get IMPOSSIBLY lost in the details. We make each other nuts with this circle.

Remember I said I ordered baby furniture? Yeah, it came. In very slim, very un-put-together-like boxes. Oh, and it's sitting in my entryway. Not in the bedroom at the top of the stairs where it goes. I paid $400 for delivery of the stuff, shouldn't it go where it goes? Isn't "delivery" like, delivery to where it goes? I mean, the job's only partway done. Right, and it's not even put together.

Why you ask? Well, partly because a certain major retailer with the initials J and C and a certain monetary denomination in their name sucks. But mostly because I didn't read the tab that said "delivery is to garage or no more that five feet (!) inside main doorway". Oh, and also, "Some Assembly Required".

Seriously. My husband, God love him, can build a 5 billion dollar casino/resort and manage the deal from cradle to grave, but ask him to put together an end table and we have problems. Serious problems.

People, tonight those problems are sitting in my GD entryway. And, I did it to myself. Crap on a cracker.

Did I mention it cost $400 just to get them to my entryway?

3 Comments:

  • At 1:23 PM , Blogger Catherine said...

    lol! I remember when Sam's crib arrived in the same condition. It sat in our kitchen porch for two weeks before it finally found it's way to where it belonged. I hope you have better luck!

     
  • At 2:42 PM , Blogger formerteacher said...

    That is ridiculous! I hope that you have a friend or someone who is handy.

     
  • At 3:25 PM , Blogger Heather said...

    I can believe it! Sounds like you need to find an handy friend. If you were in the Philly area, I'd help ya, or at least send my DH over. I send him to my one friend's house all the time. Her DH is not good with plumbing and such.

     

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